When Lao Han's figure just stepped into the third courtyard, Meng Ran shouted, "Old Han, come here." ”

Old Han turned around, returned to the pavilion, bowed to Meng Ran, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with the young master?"

"Well, it's not a big deal, I just want to ask you, are the seven of you cheap or good?" Meng Ran smacked his lips and asked casually.

Lao Han's expression was a little bitter, and he replied softly: "It's all cheap." ”

"Where's the contract?"

"In your study. ”

Meng Ran sighed, and then said, "Okay, it's okay, you go get busy." ”

Old Han bowed back to the front yard.

Meng Ran sat in the pavilion for a while, feeling a little bored, so he moved his seat and sat on the bluestone slab by the lake, dangling his legs, looking into the distance fixedly.

Meng Ran was fascinated by it, and was beaten back to reality by a shout.

"Meng boy, you don't practice swordsmanship?"

Meng Ran, who was wandering in the world, turned his head to look at Li Haoran, who came to the backyard at some point, and said softly: "I won't practice today, and I will start tomorrow." ”

Li Haoran didn't say much, sat beside Meng Ran, and sighed at the gradually sinking sunset: "It's still comfortable to stay outside." ”

Meng Ran didn't answer, just sighed at the water waves under his feet.

"Meng boy, homesick?"

Meng Ran was stunned for a moment and asked, "How did the seniors know?"

"Guess. ”

"Yes, I'm homesick, I miss my mother, but I know it's not the time to go back......"

The autumn breeze blows, setting off countless nostalgia.

Li Haoran didn't make any comments, but suddenly remembered a poem he heard when he was young, and chanted in a low voice:

"The wind and rain of the rivers and lakes have a lot of worries and sorrows.

Fame and fortune are as thin as a veil, and they are empty in a blink of an eye.

The majestic mountains are still there, and the big rivers are long in the east.

The faint sound of the piano is swaying, and the sideburns have been slightly frosted.

I woke up from my midnight dream, and I still remembered the spring shirt.

The flowers bloom in front of the door, and the wine is dusk. ”

Meng Ran applauded desperately, slapped his palms red, and shouted loudly: "Good poetry, a good one to return to emptiness in a blink of an eye, and a good sentence to drink at dusk." ”

Li Haoran, who was facing the center of the lake, looked at Meng Ran, who was clapping his hands and shouting, smiled slightly, his cloudy eyes showed a ray of divine light, and he raised his head and said heroically: "Meng boy, bring a knife." ”

"Okay. ”

Meng Ran agreed very happily, and before the sound dissipated, he had already run back to the third courtyard.

When Meng Ran returned to the backyard, he was already panting slightly, and he threw the long knife in his hand forward, which was gently caught by Li Haoran.

Li Haoran turned his back to Meng Ran, holding the long knife forged by mortal iron and waved it.

The knife is like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow, waving a knife, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapse.

For a while, the shadow of the knife was like the wind, blowing the surrounding water ripples, and the sword light swayed, dazzling Meng Ran.

After a set of knife techniques, Li Haoran pointed obliquely at the surface of the lake with his knife, but he waved it lightly, and the lake water seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade, and it was directly divided into two halves, forming a ditch about one zhang long.

On this day, Li Haoran, who had been in the realm for many years, returned to the seventh realm.

When the waves in the lake calmed down, Li Haoran threw the long knife back into Meng Ran's hand and asked softly, "See what?"

Meng Ran nodded and shook his head, "I don't understand." ”

Li Haoran sighed, and said a little depressed: "It's really flattering the blind man." ”

Meng Ran was ashamed and angry, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Li Haoran fixedly, hoping that this old-timer with a strange temper could tell him about the knife technique just now.

Li Haoran glanced at Meng Ran, but did not teach the mystery of the sword technique, and said in an old-fashioned tone: "Do you know the eight methods in the sword?"

"Yes. ”

"From tomorrow onwards, five hundred each. ”

Meng Ran didn't bargain, nor did he ask why, he just said a good word bluntly.

At this moment, the green screen appeared in front of the back door, and said softly to Meng Ran, "Young Master, it's time for dinner, where are you eating?"

"Let's go back to the room and eat, has Uncle Geng already sent it there?"

"It's already been delivered. ”

"Good. ”

Meng Ran looked at Li Haoran and invited, "Senior will eat with me?"

Li Haoran didn't bother to speak, just nodded.

......

After dinner, after Qiu Yue cleaned up the cups, plates, dishes and chopsticks, the green screen brought two cups of hot tea, and then withdrew.

Meng Ran drank tea for a while, walked to the study, and saw a wooden box on the table, so he opened it casually, only to see a stack of silver tickets and a few deeds of sale lying inside, and there were more than a dozen gold leaves and dozens of ingots of silver under the contract.

Meng Ran smiled dumbly, then closed the wooden box and walked to the bookshelf on the side.

He was studying the books on the shelves when he heard a shout from the main hall.

"Meng boy, take some wine. ”

Meng Ran walked out of the study and asked Li Haoran, "What kind of wine did the seniors drink?"

"It's hard liquor. ”

Meng Ran didn't say a word, and went straight out of the house, thinking that he was going to ask the maid.

After a while, Meng Ran returned to the main hall with a jar of wine, handed it to Li Haoran casually, and said softly: "Senior, it's better to drink less." ”

Li Haoran rolled his eyes and just gulped down.

Meng Ran sighed and went to study the books on the shelf again.

It wasn't until the end of the day that Meng Ran turned over the books, and when he returned to the main hall, he saw that Li Haoran had fallen asleep on the chair.

Meng Ran didn't care about this drunk old man, just washed up briefly under the service of the green screen, and went back to the bedroom.

After the green screen poured the washing water, he brought a basin of hot water into Meng Ran's bedroom, first waited for Meng Ran to wash his feet, and then asked softly: "Young master, do I sleep outside at night?"

Meng Ran waved his hand, "No need, you still live in your ear room, if there is anything, I will call you." ”

The green bottle didn't say anything more, and after cleaning up, he silently withdrew.

Nothing was said all night.

"Meng boy!"

Meng Ran, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by this sound, Huo Ran opened his eyes, and saw an old man with gray hair in front of him, who was looking at him fixedly, and couldn't help shouting: "Ah!"

"You're a ghost early in the morning. Li Haoran said dissatisfiedly.

Only then did Meng Ran react, reached out and patted his heartbeat chest, and muttered, "Is there something wrong with the seniors?"

"Is there something wrong?" Li Haoran asked disdainfully, then frowned tightly, and snorted coldly: "You still want to practice martial arts like this, let's sleep on you." ”

Meng Ran's face flushed, and then he shouted loudly: "Green screen!

Li Haoran glanced at Meng Ran and said sarcastically, "Why?

Before Meng Ran could speak, the green screen had already pushed the door in, she looked at the two people in the room, and asked softly, "Young Master, do you want to get up?"

Meng Ran glanced at Li Haoran, and then ordered: "You go and get me a basin of cold water, and I will wear my own clothes." ”

The green screen sighed and withdrew with a puzzled expression.

Under Li Haoran's cold gaze, Meng Ran hurriedly put on his clothes, and then hurriedly went out to wash his face.

After washing, Meng Ran took the knife in the room, went straight out the back door, and practiced the knife by the lake.

After Meng Ran completed half of the task, the sun had already risen, and Li Haoran paced to the backyard, followed by the maid Green Screen, who was holding a large bowl of porridge and a few small dishes in his hand.

Li Haoran said angrily: "Let's eat first, and then practice after eating." ”

Meng Ran put away the knife and sat in the pavilion to eat and drink.

After the meal, the green screen packed up his things and left, Li Haoran first listened attentively, and then said in a deep voice: "Next, I will teach you the exercises of the Divine Sword Gate, you must study hard, don't fall into the reputation of the Divine Sword Gate." ”

According to Li Haoran's instructions, Meng Ran sat cross-legged near the lake and listened to Li Haoran's explanation.

Li Haoran looked serious, without the usual hip-hop appearance, and said seriously: "The exercises of the Divine Sword Sect do not have any clever provenance, but they are easy to understand, although they are not as good as those big sects, but they are also better than the exercises of many small sects and sects in the world.

You are now a second-rate martial artist, if you practice seriously, you will enter the innate within a month, if you are willing to endure hardships, you will enter the second grade within three months, I don't know how many steps faster than the reckless rivers and lakes of the same age, I only hope you can cherish it and be worthy of the exercises of the Divine Sword Gate. ”

In the time that followed, Li Haoran talked about how to absorb the aura of heaven and earth through the method of breathing, how to combine the innate qi with the acquired qi through the meridians and the way of storing qi in the dantian, and finally achieve the effect of gradually increasing qi and nourishing the meridians and organs of the whole body.

After finishing speaking, Li Haoran lay on the ground, squinting at the South Lake under the rising sun.

After about a pillar of incense, Li Haoran, who had been squinting his eyes, suddenly sat up and looked at Meng Ran fixedly, his face full of shock, and he muttered in his heart.

Perhaps Li Haoran's gaze was too hot, Meng Ran opened his eyes, turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong with the seniors?"

"Do you feel angry?"

"Gas?"

Li Haoran thought for a moment and explained: "You should have learned the exercises that drive the movement of blood and qi all over your body before, but what you want to run now is true qi, and the source of true qi is heaven and earth aura, you have just brought a small stream of heaven and earth aura into your body, and I noticed it." ”

Meng Ran snorted and said, "I feel something running in my body. ”

Li Haoran pursed his lips and said, "Keep practicing." ”

Meng Ran didn't ask any more questions, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Cultivators, under meditation, let go of their minds, lead the aura of heaven and earth into the body, pass through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, cultivate the five internal organs and six internal organs, and finally merge into the dantian to form their personal true qi.

Generally speaking, the greater the amount of true qi, the stronger the individual's strength, so cultivators in the world basically rely on meditation to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so as to cultivate their personal true qi and improve their cultivation.

Although there are various sects in the world, and there are also a wide variety of cultivation exercises, in the final analysis, they all rely on the aura of heaven and earth, but their true qi runs on different routes, so there are also various exercises.

Li Haoran looked at Meng Ran, who had entered the state of meditation and cultivation in an instant, smiled bitterly, and muttered silently in his heart: "This kid's talent is really extraordinary, but it's a pity that he will have to go to another door in the future, otherwise, the Divine Sword Gate will inevitably rise." ”